An expedition along the Ute Trail to Badger Creek, and back through to Red Canyon.
A much more lush and inviting environment lie amidst this, draining down to the Arkansas River. Winding between jagged and tumbled rock from the surrounding scenery, Badger Creek bubbled seemingly out of nowhere. Hiking about a half kilometre down to the beginning of the cascade, both pilot and spotter stretched out on the best rock available. The cool air, warm sun, along with the sound of rushing water entranced them, and their journey south along the creek bed ended.
They missed a fantastic landscape, an environment solely dedicated to this creek. Outstanding views unfolded with every step, increasing the difficulty in generating any desire to return. However, it seemed only prudent to do so after about 2 km. Returning to inquire on their situation found both still lounging lazily in the same location they had been left. Time had stood still.
Saddling up and moving back east along the Ute Trail, more wildlife appeared in plain sight, than earlier along the same path. Most offered a wary eye, while others could not be bothered to look up from their lunch. Unsure of what Golden Eagle attempted to convey by hopping around the side of one nearby hill, he was left to his own devices.
A Red Canyon beckoned just south of halfway between the Thirtyone Mile Mountain and Pikes Peak. When the distinct red band appeared amidst the green landscape below, confidence of the pilot soared. Instinct towards discovering the fabled east entrance into Red Canyon Park had paid off, and getting down to it the only remaining task.
The trail into the valley proved relatively easy, and not much different from other adventuring of the day. Occasionally, it offered tests of maneuverability, and a chance to peek at a previously discovered abandoned settlement.
A review of charts became necessary, once deeper in the valley, to ensure continuity in the proper hearing, and after passing the right turn, which was actually on the left. Course correction in place, the trail put suspension and agility to the true test, and often leaving all wishing for better padding.
Just about the time it seemed it would be less jarring and more expedient to get out and walk, the goal appeared. The road improved about that moment too, and celebrations ensued. Copper Mountain stood tall against a foreground of beautiful red formations. Numerous trails led in a variety of directions, but existing maps of the area were insufficient for any more than roadside endeavors on this expedition.
A waning afternoon encouraged heading back to base camp, leaving a bit of time to observe a few more peculiarities. The Garden Park Schoolhouse stood on the land originally deeded. It is a second rendition, built in 1865. The school operated through to 1960, when more formidable educational facilities arose.
Lingering by the side of the road, a thick set of antlers rose up against the later afternoon sun, pausing to monitor the presence of new intruders. They were as startled to see our party, as our party was to see them. Standing boldly out in the open, they patiently waited for party to move on, ready to dart at the sign of any indiscretion.
Everyone seemed to be on guard at this time of day, as if waiting for an invasion. This old bird hardly budged from her perch ten meters in the air, continually regarding the omnipresence of flowing humans through her vicinity.
Everyone was famished by the time we arrived back at base camp. An awesome home cooked meal topped the day perfectly, with a few other guests joining in quiet company on the range.
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| Badger Creek to Red Canyon - June 2020 |
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